Grind Time Now - Dizaster vs QP lyrics

[Round 1: QP] I said, the first time we smoked with a mutual friend, it was awkward No I said the first time smoked with a mutual friend it was Okwerdz I had dinner with his parents I a**ure you it was proper When I know Dizaster's father occupation; ssssh it's a doctor He's got ah, crazy type of style that's bizarre He don't even gotta write it down, but when he does... He got a talent with the bars it's bizarre he don't got to jot or type 'em down But if he did, we can all imagine how he might've sound Instead of jam packing lyrics when we hear it, he would jot it down With a silent style that's so quiet now He'd have to yell it, no, he'd write it down I said he's quite the count rapping his bars so fast to the point he that he could hardly speak He got that elevator flow, so once I hear his music I know the bars is weak So when you start getting crazy the crowd with you see it ain't hard to see His opponent no showed and was black, he using some of his DNA bars for me But it won't work because clearly I got all my teeth Diaz, Cadalack Ron is weak JK, {spanish} my apologies I said honestly you really think in front of me with a straight spesh'? You really think he sat down and wrote for me in a day fast? Gay f*g it's straight that you're garbage cause you straight trash Expect boos if you come with the Jin sh** you came against A-Cla** I said I straight laugh if he ever say he clapped a tooley Be for real, you really got gats to shoot me? What else? You get surrounded by packs of groupies with matching j**elry Matching kufis, funny ain't a clip real in this Dizaster movie I said this f*ggot's fruity Look at his cap twisted I don't care if he had a Snapple You sound like a fruit based on projections out your Adam's Apple I'll turn you to a vegetable since you're a fruit, that's a bad example Tossing salad's ain't fruity neither but it's something that you f*ggots handle I say your man's [?] when you exhale your breath smell you bust a rhyme (Busta Rhyme) then violate her (Violator) So duh, your girl ain't give you much sugar like the diet flavor I'll get on your helmet leave you with a patch now, you're like a Raider Show the world extreme cage fighting, swing then do your eye a favor You lying faker, if your clique is down you ride b**h I'm a plumber I can get around inside sh** Krack City don't get a mention now, why's this? And how come only black people in your circle is around your eyelids? Despite this, he'll still look good in disguise, I use a potato as a muzzle til it cook and it fries It being heat, it's no secret that the bullets arise You don't gotta be Einstein when I pull it, surprise (Pulitzer Prize) If you're putting your eye on any of P articles, put it together I raise heat, you see particles Just cause I dump cans does that mean I got a garbage full? No, that just means I school kids on how to bust (bus) like Arsonal So you all know I like him as much as Kobe don't like Shaq I want a piece of his girl cause she got doe and a nice rack I'm f**ing his b**h I said, "I'ma tell her" she said, "No he won't like that." I said, "What's he gonna do? Hit me? It's not in his DNA. We all know he ain't like that." You can catch me where the bright lights at Right there where the moth flew Okwerdz I'm putting your man in a graveyard; shhhh that got to him (tomb) I find out by the cast you're making (Jamaican) it rain with I'll come visit the monsoon, put him in the skys for free, at no additional cost to him In disguise for free no costumes In disguise, free, no cost to him Disguise and costumes is the same sh** Free, no cost to him I said if anybody try to say I lost to him cause I said "I dump Glocks" I'll get on the phone with my president and fellow S.O.N. Fox Like, "Life's a beach. You'll see/sea real shells when I dump Glocks." Bucket (buck it), leave him real pale/pail like a lunchbox Bucket, pail, lunchbox Bucket is a pail, pail is a lunchbox However bucket is not a lunchbox I said, so after this, battle rap history will say "QP is an animal for taking three n***as in a day." [Round 1: Dizaster] He said, "He should've looked me in his eyes." You're dead already homie why the fu*k did you accept this battle? This sh** right here...is getting hella real They said you should go slow on 'em cause he choked Ha ha ha, now he knows how I feel No pity homie, you look like you could never get in no club You wearing that shirt is perfect cause you 'bout to get toasted like Quizno's Sub I don't got no time for no b**hes All of your squad is nothing but snitches That's why your boy came here dressed up like the sh** was Christmas Hold on I'm 'bout to start ripping this brother But before I go into the Soul Khan impression you should see how these two f*ggots started kissing each other {Dizaster does his Soul Khan impression and puts on gla**es} "Now honestly I got something to say I left your army defeated I swear to God I won't lose to you but if I do I'll let you call me "Conceited" I got a file in my hand you can call that I'm fatal I'll swear to God he gon' throw up like DNA, plus his mom is disabled I put this on everything I love, plus my Hanukkah dreidel and all of my bagels" I don't even need these, I'm 'bout to start to rip again His man Fox looking at the impression like, "Oh NOT HIM AGAIN!" There's nothing you can ever do to stop this Wait a minute I don't gotta spit no written sh** right, Ok'? I f**ing got this But if I do, man I'm tired of your weak flow My rhymes inspire these people, I don't gotta fire an Eagle But if I wave my finger like this, you lose the top of your head cause I'm Sylar from Heroes Stop shaking on your head, don't get all bossy on me bro Wear your stupid f**ing hat, I'll Jeffery Dahmer your ego You f**ing Jacka** you should've partnered with Steve-O I bet your mom looks like a Somalian Don Vito I never had no regard for no people I'll rob your father's Casino even if his name is Robert Deniro Found yo' stash and we took yo' cash and yo' c-notes Police recovered half of cream though But all you got was a quarter back like Dan Marino Your man ga**ed you, ask him, he know This ain't a match around, sh**, for me though This is like a f**ing...a black Danny DeVito Getting his a** kicked by an Arabic Debo And after he gets his a** kicked he gon' have to retreat home The homie's gon' leave me a message on the answering machine phone Like, "He crossing Atlantic City. Caught up to him trying to flee yo." So I pulled up in a jet ski fast, crashed into his speedboat Hopped out with the Mac rapidly let three go And automatically blow a hole in your back the size of Pamela's pee hole He can't do that to me though Cause his life is like Grand Theft Auto and he don't have any cheat codes Your dad has an anteater beak's nose How you the baddest on the scene when last you was seen froze On the camera screen getting your a** beaten in Avril Lavigne pose? You have a face that says, "B.E.T. cancelled my dream show." You're a trans gendered emo, f*gGOT ASS, staff member from Kinkos Before you beat me, it's like getting Roseanne to the backseat of a Pinto Psychological warfare, you know I was gonna obviously go there Something me and Illuminati commonly both share So don't front cause you know you're scared You're battling Goku with that golden glare My aura is like a solar flare I am colder than a polar bear with no more hair I'll show up to the front steps of your home and wear Regular employee clothing wear Ring the doorbell like, "Bing bong. Hello you there? Yeah man we came to fix your broken chair {gun co*ks} We're with home repair." I act like I'm not focused but I'm so aware Soon as I see her coming down the steps and approach the stairs Open the door, I give her the coldest stare Then pop her in the vocal box and walk off and leave her croaking there Vocal cords exposed to open air That's my rebu*tal to choking, there Shouts out to Arisu for keeping me GQ Y'all want me to address DNA? Everyone scream, "f** DNA!" (f** DNA!) Everybody get for an Earthquake This place deserves to be trashed cause we were 'bout to welcome back A cat that was never even welcome in the first place You turned your back and went to Smack and left Poison Pen and them at first base So you could go to URL and reserve your place You failed now you want us to welcome you back like that nerd Ma$e It ain't gon' happen you turd face And if you keep on tweeting and tweeting you will get stabbed in your birdcage They say I'm the one who's taking it far I don't give a f** if the streets can relate to his bars Grind Time basically made you a star The way you betrayed us showed us how ungrateful you are Your debut on Grind Time, what happened? The fans loved you the staff was glad to meet you Yeah we put up your videos fast, we backed you up with each view PH and Pen gave you clothes and had your back when you had to eat too And kept giving you better match ups even though cats would defeat you See what was happening, he was climbing up the ladder and everyone was happy and peaceful Til you switched sides on him cause Smack deceived you Now knowing to them it's just a business move more than the fact that they actually need you See loyalty and respect they're something I have to teach you This ba*tard needs to understand this ain't even a battle this whole acts a preview Of how you get your a** beat when you bite the hand that feeds you You got cracked teeth from backstabbing people You a weak clone your gnome patterns are see through For stacks of cheese you be acting evil So it's destined to be a rat, it's in that f*ggot's gene pool He went to Smack and started throwing up And all that throwing up made his neck hurt You went there to try to become the new Earl Sweatshirt And you hurled on your sweatshirt Because of you they should change URL to HURL Network Your mom is a paraplegic chick and you left her I don't know what type of condition she has cause I'm not an expert But if it's any kind of genetic mutation I hope scientists one day find some real DNA that can help her I'ma start stomping your crew Knocking 'em too Oh, my bad, I forgot about you! You can already say the west has hired an a**a**in You'll gon' see the top dude on the east gon' beat me? How? When every time he be rapping he gon' fire the Magnum Then finish it off by sounding like he's crying when he's rapping You little puss' face, your man is a b**h, you too Yeah, don't be talking through my sh** I don't give a f** cause the sh** will never end Yeah, have you crying again like, "Trese hold me from my back and kiss me on my chin." Cali's mine I go hard I go hard in the south Crowbar to your mouth Get your jaw wired like Omar if you shout You wanna be a known star but you won't budge from the couch And all the accomplishments you've got is turning f**ing Charlie Clips whole car into a couch It's a local party he wants to roll out But his go-kart won't start so he pouts Your growth chart is so down Soul Khan put you so far in the ground That I'ma need sonar in a boneyard just for your skull shards to be found Your battery won't charge cause it's down Four shots spin him around, blow sparks from the pound Psych, I'm throwing blow darts at this clown Get your skull worn off to the bottom low part of your throat And both arms get torn off to the ground I'm a roadblock you're never walking around I'm a megladon shark in the water Ripping the f**ing motor off your boat even your coast guard is gonna drown Then I'll send your parents a postcard to the town Like, "We having a blast out here. Both of y'all should come down." I use my Hattori Hanzo sword to bogard through the crowd My flow's sharp like Mozart with the sounds Since it's already over and I've k**ed him there's only one thing I gotta say to you [?]